All Chapters of DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

His hand grabs the examination light overhead – the same light that was illuminating my pussy five minutes ago – and steadies himself. I suck him in slow, my tongue tracing the underside, tasting pre-cum that's salty and warm. He groans – low, controlled, a sound he's clearly trying to suppress.I take more. Relax my throat. Push forward until he hits the back of my throat and I gag and spit floods my mouth and his composure cracks – his hand gripping the light fixture, his hips pushing forward."Christ –" His professional voice is gone. "Your mouth – fuck –"I deepthroat him on the exam table. My feet still in the stirrups, his cock down my throat, his hand leaving the light to cup the back of my head. He fucks my mouth with the same measured precision he brought to the examination – controlled thrusts, not too deep, careful even while losing his mind – and I suck him sloppy and wet and drool runs down his shaft and drips onto the paper-covered table.He pulls out. Breathing hard. Hi

He lays me on the cushioned bench at the stern and pulls the ties on my bikini bottoms – one side, then the other. The fabric falls and I'm completely naked in the Aegean sun.He kneels between my legs and stares at my pussy – swollen, slick, still twitching from coming – with an intensity that makes heat flood my face and my core simultaneously.He lowers his mouth to me without a word.His tongue is warm, wet, and slow. Long strokes from my entrance to my clit, lapping up the wetness, tasting me. I'm still sensitive and every pass makes my hips jerk. My hands grip his hair – thick, stiff with salt.He settles in. Tongue flicking my clit in fast precise strokes while two fingers slide back inside me, curling, stretching, pumping slowly. His mouth and his hand working together like he's been studying the manual on my body. I can't hold still – hips grinding against his face, thighs clamping around his head, pulling his hair so hard he groans against my pussy and the vibration shoots t

He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard – rhythmic, his tongue pressing flat against the bud while his fingers curl against my g-spot in a steady come-hither that makes my legs shake uncontrollably. The fourth orgasm doesn't build – it detonates. My back bows off the mattress, my hands tearing at the sheets, a scream ripping from my throat that I'm sure the neighbors hear through the thin walls.My thighs are still shaking when he crawls up my body and pushes inside me – slow, careful, my pussy so swollen and sensitive that even the gentle stretch makes me gasp. He fucks me face-to-face, his forehead against mine, slow deep strokes that are less fucking and more feeling – every inch deliberate, every thrust landing against my tender walls like a question.I come a fifth time crying. Actual tears streaming from the corners of my eyes into my hair, my body convulsing weakly around his cock while he whispers Greek words against my open mouth – words I don't understand but that sou

He's not gentle inside me either. Every stroke is the full length of his cock – pulling almost entirely out and slamming back to the hilt. Deep enough to hit my cervix. Hard enough to shove the counter forward an inch with each thrust. His hand stays fisted in my hair, pulling my head back until my spine curves and my back arches and my ass pushes out and the angle lets him go impossibly deep."This is what you wanted," he says. His voice is controlled rage. His hips slamming into me. "Three months of slow and careful and you wanted this.""Yes – fuck – this – don't stop –"His free hand cracks against my ass. The slap is sharp enough to echo off the kitchen tile. I yelp – high, sharp – and my pussy clenches around him. He spanks me again. Harder. The sting blooms across my skin and he doesn't wait for it to fade before landing another one."Count," he orders."Three – fuck –"Crack. "Four – oh god –" Crack. "Five –" Crack. "Six – please – harder –"He spanks me until I lose count. Un

The word daddy snaps something in him. He slams inside me so hard my bound wrists jerk against the headboard and a sound tears from my throat that's more animal than human. He's deeper than before – the angle of my bound, arched body opening me up completely, his cock driving past my cervix into something beyond.He fucks me bound and blindfolded. His hands free to do whatever they want – and they want everything. One hand grabs my throat, squeezing the sides while his cock rams into me. The other finds my tit – squeezing, pinching my nipple hard enough that I scream behind my bitten lip, then twisting, pulling it taut, his fingers brutal on the sensitive peak."Say it again," he growls. "What you called me.""Daddy – fuck me harder daddy –"His hips accelerate. The bed slams the wall – a steady, violent rhythm that shakes the headboard against my bound wrists. His hand tightens on my throat. My vision swims behind the blindfold – colors in the darkness, spots of light that aren't rea